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One Morning

Posted on by SHE'S IN PRISON

One Morning I found the real poem in the silence, the moment between songs that sits in the lungs like held breath. I could write about the shape of the clouds, the gray cascading over the awakened sun as I drove to work that morning. Could write about the internal reaction to the scene, the music speaking to me, me singing, the release at the final beat. But I don’t need to write it; analyze the living of it with overwrought introspection, forcing words to rehash something no one else witnessed. Instead, I move on. —Leanne Rebecca